The Good Ole Days
What happened to the good ole days
That grandpa spoke about
It was safe each day for the children to play
Each time that they went out
He told of friendly neighbors
That would lend a helping hand
When one was down they'd gather round
And help them learn to stand
They went to church on sunday
To thank the Lord above
They just couldn't wait to congregate
And talk about His Love
He worked the soil til his fingers bled
Like no one understands
And though he was pained he never complained
For that's what the Lord commands
Though times were tough they learned to live
Each day like it was their last
He'd always say that yesterday
Was left somewhere in the past
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